On the run

My boyfriend could not handle the spit of methadone I could only give him everyday and jumped in a friend's car to Montreal, 12hours away from where we were. We had to go back to his birth town at the end of the world, where the ends land, when we got kicked out from our Montreal down town apartment by bail lifters. It was a terrible day, but I least we still had a car at that point.
My car broke down here and, were the lands end, there is few mechanics and no other car to sell, that is where cars come to die, where we came to die.
I still there, dying but I pretty sure things got worse for him in the city. He called me from the car, I told him I will be very worry the whole time he was gone and, even if he got his cell phone stolen last time he made a trip to city, I wanted him to promise to call me every time he could. That was four days ago.
The friends in rode with texted me that they could not reach to him anymore, I'm afraid they gonna come back without him.
He left with his dog and a quick check at the SPCA website showed me that the dog was not brought there. So he is either still with him and safe or under the care of someone else.
A drug addict, that I've been receive only a mouth full of methadone for a week that is going to inject fantanyl will probably overdosed. Last time he did a trip there, he overdosed, twice. First he was with a good friend of ours who saved him and second he was brought back to life by ambulance, problem is that the police was also there. The police and my boyfriend are not getting along. One is looking more for the other and I guess who know which one is which.
I bailed him out for 2500$ last time he went to jail for stealing car parts from stationed cars in the street. He's out under the condition not to walk in the street with tools but I know he has no money and his plan was to steal again in order to buy heroin. I have money but I don't want to give him more, he owes me already too much money that I know he will probably never be able to pay me back.

I have good reason to believes he is in jail as I write that down.

Nevertheless what we see in the movies, last time he found himself there, he took five days before they give him access to a phone. I know he knows my number by heart and I'll be the first one to talk to him if that happens but I also know that in the week end he wont have the right to call and we are Monday morning. I should have news sometimes today or tomorrow. I'll keep you up to date even if I don't know if someone is actually reading me. If you do please leave me a comment and say Hi. Don't judge thought, I haven't explain yet how we got there and I firmly believe that anyone could end up in the street if the wrong set of events occur.
I was a student in Criminology at uni, I had a great job on a boat and money in the bank. I had dreams and no problems with my family and friends. I was a normal girl and I'm still is, it is just that sometimes, when I talk about my pass or my boyfriend things can get a little weird. I will explain why I decided to use butter shot as a pseudo but yeah... its another story that is far to be normal.

Back to him being away ; he could be dead, he could be at the hospital. Should I call the hospitals ? I don't think he is there because every time he went there he got to call me the same day. Unless he's dead and has no ID on him. Maybe his mom got call and she doesn't have the strength to tell me the heart breaking news. I don't think he could be dead with all the naloxone every where. Jail is where he is, or he just did not have access to a phone, or forgot to call me.. and the people who was supposed to lift him back here... that makes no sense.

He is most probably in jail

He is sick and with the covid regulation they can't walk freely inside the jail. Showers are skip often when they are under staff and they never have enough employees. Last five days he did in there, he took no shower cause the only time he could have one, he was to sick from withdrawal to make it to the bathroom. I know it is not related to lack of property but he came back with lice. Big criminal lice, not the little cute one your nephew brings back from kinder garden, no. Lice that has nourish themself on blood of hard bad ass criminal.

On that, I'm gonna go along with my day, wishing for a call.

have a nice one, let me know you read me xxx